Her hair, nor loofe nor ty'd in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride;
For fome untuck'd defcended her fhav'd hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek befide;
Some in her thredden fillet ftill did bide,

And true to bondage, would not break from thence,
Tho' flackly braided in loofe negligence.

A thousand favours from a maund the drew,
Of amber, cryftal, and of beaded jet ;
Which one by one fhe in a river threw,
Upon whofe weeping margent she was set,
Like ufury, applying wet to wet ;

Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall,
Where want cries fome, but where excefs begs all.
Of folded schedules had the many a one,

Which fhe perus'd, figh'd, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring of pofied gold and bone,
Bidding them find their fepulchers in mud:
Found yet more letters fadly penn'd in blood,
With fleided filk, feat and affectedly
Enfwath'd and feal'd to curious fecrecy.
Thefe often bath'd fhe in her fluxive eyes,
And often kifs'd, and often gave a tear;
Cry'd, O falfe blood! thou regifter of lyes,
What unapproved witness doft him bear!
Ink would have feem'd more black and damned here!
This faid, in top of rage the lines fhe rents,
Big difcontent fo breaking their contents.
A reverend man, that graz'd his cattle nigh,
Sometime a blufterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swifteft hours obferved as they flew ;
Towards this afflicted fancy faftly drew:
And, privileg'd by age, defires to know,
In brief, the grounds and motives of her woe.

So flides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely diftant fits he by her fide;
When he again defires her, being fat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide;
If that from him there may be ought apply'd,
Which may her fuffering extafy affuage:
'Tis promis'd in the charity of age.
Father, the fays, tho' in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
Not age, but forrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, if I had felf-apply'd
Love to myself, and to no love befide.
But woe is me! too early I attended

A youthful fuit; it was to gain my grace;
O one by nature's outwards fo commended,
That maidens eyes ftuck over all his face;
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts fhe did abide,
She was new lodg'd, and newly deify'd.
His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,
And every light occafion of the wind
Upon his lips their filken parcels hurls.
What's fweet to do, to do will aptly find;
Each eye

that faw him did inchant the mind:
For on his vifage was in little drawn,
What largenefs thinks in paradife was fawn.
Small fhew of man was yet upon his chin,
His phoenix down began but to appear,
Like unfhorn velvet, on that termless skin,
Whofe bare out-bragg'd the web it feem'd to wear;
Yet fhew'd his vifage by that coft moft dear:
And nice affections wavering, stood in doubt
If beft 'twere as it was, or beft without.

His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongu'd he was, and thereof free:
Yet if men mov'd him, was he fuch a ftorm,
As of 'twixt May and April is to fee,

When winds breathe fweet, unruly tho' they be.
His rudeness fo with his authoriz'd youth,
Did livery falfeness in a pride of truth.

Well could he ride, and often men would say,
That horse his mettle from his rider takes;
Proud of fubjection, noble by the sway,

What rounds, what bounds, what courfe, what ftop
And controverfy hence a question takes, [he makes!
Whether the horfe by him became his deed,
Or he his, manag'd by th' well-doing steed?
But quickly on this fide the verdict went;
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his cafe;
All aids themselves made fairer by their place,
Can for additions yet their purpose trim,
Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him.
So on the tip of his fubduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and queftions deep,
All replication prompt, and reafon ftrong,
For his advantage ftill did wake and fleep,
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep.
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all paffions in his craft of will;
That he did in the general bofom reign.
Of young, of old, and fexes both inchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In perfonal duty, following where he haunted;
Confent's bewitch'd, ere he defire have granted;
And dialogu'd for him what he would fay,

Afk'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.

Many there were that did his picture get,
To ferve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th' imagination fet

The goodly objects, which abroad they find,
Of lands and manfions, theirs in thought affign'd;
And labouring, in more pleasures to beftow them,
Than the true gouty landlord, who doth own them.
So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly fuppos'd them miftrefs of his heart:
My woful felf, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee fimple, not in part,
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Referv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower.
Yet did I not, as fome my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being defir'd, yielded :
Finding myfelf in honour fo forbid,

With fafeft diftance I my honour shielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this falfe jewel, and his amorous spoil.
But ah! whoever fhunn'd by precedent
The deftin'd ill, fhe muft herfelf affay?
Or forc'd examples, 'gainft her own content,
To put the by-paft perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay :
For when we rage, advice is often seen,
By blunting us, to make our wits more keen.
Nor gives it fatisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others proof:
To be forbid the fweets that feem fo good,
For fear of harms, that preach in our behoof.
O appetite! from judgment ftand aloof.
The one a palate hath, that needs will tafte,
Tho' reafon weep, and cry, it is thy laft,

For further I could fay this man's untrue,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling,
Heard where his plants in others orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his fmiling,
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And baftards of his foul adult'rate heart.
And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan befiege me: Gentle maid,
Have of my fuffering youth fome feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid;
What's to you fworn, to none was ever faid.
For feafts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow;
All my offences, that abroad you fee,
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not, with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They fought their fhame, that fo their fhame did find.
And fo much less of fhame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.
Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whofe flame my heart fo much as warmed,
Or
my affection put to the smallest teen,

Or any of my leifures ever charmed:

Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd commanding in his monarchy.
Look here what tributes wounded fancy fent me,
Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood;
Figuring, that they their paffions likewife lent me,
Of grief and blushes aptly understood;

In bloodlefs white, and the encrimson'd mood,
Effects of terror, and dear modefty,

Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.